Naïve Solarflare
With Mirage

In the darkness, two pairs of glowing optics, dimmed for the sake of romanticism, fluttered.

“Teach me,” she breathed, running her hands over his bare shoulders, “tell me how to love you.”

The noblemech spy chuckled warm and low, passing his lips over her crest, then down the curve of her helm to her lips. “I think … that you should be the one to teach me.”

His slim fingers, made for the finer things in life, not war, slipped over her shoulders, down to her waist, pressing her gently against the wall. Part of her cortex that still remembered sex as a human drove her leg upwards, arching around his thigh, bringing his groin guard into contact with her lower torso.

“I know nothing,” she whispered against his lips.

A deep, sensuous laugh rolled from his vocalizer as he parted her lip components, slipped his taste sensor into her mouth. “I think ... you’ll find … that it’s not … all that … different.”

Pleasure that she had not felt in ages wormed its way into her living metal body. While some of the responses she had been used to were not transferable to titanium plating, everything else was the same. Finding this as such, she found herself able to return Mirage’s caresses with some of her own.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he moaned, increasing the pressure so that she began to rise up against the wall. Armor plating scraped and howled against armor plating, creating a resonance that would have been horrible to human ears, but as erotic as flesh-on-flesh sounds and sensations.

Her reply could not be put into words, spoken or otherwise. Transformer she might now be, but she was still all female.